because i love google art, did you go to google today?
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well, here is the frank lloyd wright google.
what is worse?
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an adult that acts like a child
or a child that acts like an adult?
if you have one deceased parent, and all the worldly posessions of the decedent go to the surviving spouse.... just what in god's name makes my brother think just because he has the same first and last name of my dad that he "inherits" all the stuff just because my mom is in a nursing home???
he's got my dad's old car (big deal) and he had a reasonably inexpensive place to live if he hadn't messed it up, and he still wants MORE. all my dad's tools. the little dinghy. the boat motors, the ladders... at auction my mom could make at least 5 grand just for the tools. but my mom isn't here.
i just had words with his girlfiend. she says your dad isn't here. i said, no kidding, he's DEAD. but all that was my dad's is my mom's now, and JOHNNY wasn't anywhere on that short list. and YOU aren't even supposed to be here. my mom doesn't want you here. she does not like you. why you refuse to leave and why you had my brother bring you here to begin with is selfish. you KNEW he had to be out by the 31 of may and you came here on the 30th. you did not leave on the 31.
if my mom loses her house just because my brother and his girlfiend are morons, i don't know what i wlll do. my mom already lost 3 properties for a lot less than the market value. she doesn't need to lose this one too.
i am about to blow a gasket again. i know, complain complain....
but i want my stinkin' life back. no hassels. and there is no end to the hassel in sight. and it just gets worse.
i should at least have access to a few screw drivers, a wrench or so, a hammer, stuff like that. basic stuff to repair minor problems. i can't even find any of those.
june 8th... so.not.fair.
in march or so i posted something about an old boyfriend of mine being an ass. or something like that.
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well, when *i* lived with him... imaginemy surprise when he received in the mail a little packet. when he opened it, it contained one men's dress sock, navy blue in color.
it was completely covered in cat hair. not one centimeter was spared.
i was curious, of course... why would he get a cat hair encrusted sock in the mail.
well, his explanation was that a woman he drove to the airport sent it to him.
he goes on to tell me that the reason he drove her was because she was going on vacation for three weeks in mexico.
(the woah, oh, mexico james taylor thing is going trough my brain right now...)
but anyhow, i asked him, well, how come she mailed you a sock with cat hair? a new pair of socks was well within his budget. it wasn't like it was a cashmere sweater or something.
driving to airport doesn't require taking off your socks in most instances.... note i said driving. no entry to the airport required. drive by drop off, you know?
of course now in the present, yeah, you might have to take your socks/sock off in security sometimes.... if you to to the boarding area...
but he said he "slept over" because they had to leave very early.
uh uh... this was a guy who could get up at 5 am every day without an alarm.
yeah, so that was the first time he screwed around. and about two months before i went to grenada.
and she was mad because he left. her name was margaret. or mahhhgret since she lived in southie. or there abouts. :P
i was known as the "girl with cancer". how charming is that?
but the sock thing just made me laugh. i am wondering if he is getting other socks in the mail now. :D